Everything Begins With a Debt in the Hentai World

In this spacious room, the night shrouded everything in a deep darkness, devoid of any light.

The low-hanging night sky resembled a blackened eclipse, enveloping the space in an air of mystery.

Silence reigned, as if time had come to a standstill, interrupted only by occasional whispers echoing in the dark.

As one strained to listen, it became clear that a low, raspy male voice was engaged in conversation with a delicate and melodious female voice.

"Yoshito... today... are you... working... late, hmm..."

"Mm..."

"Then... you don't need to... make me dinner anymore... sigh—"

"Let's change it to... strawberry picking at my place... sigh—"

"Mm..."

Morning sunlight poured through the sheer curtains, spreading warmth throughout the cozy room. 

With the sun's gentle prodding, Ito Yoshito slowly opened his eyes, surveying the once unfamiliar room that was gradually becoming familiar.

"Ugh~ No~" 

Turning his head, he found Asou Miyuri's charming face just inches away, her breathing steady and calm. Her adorable pink lips were slightly pouted, murmuring soft, dreamlike sounds.

"I suddenly understand now why 'kings do not rise early'..."

Yoshito murmured to himself. 

It was fortunate that the Tsubaki family had collective engagements this week; otherwise, he feared he might drown in their lingering grievances after being absent for so long.

For this week, Nina needed to prepare for an upcoming athletics competition. She had applied for on-campus accommodation and had been training tirelessly at the school, with Yuna staying by her side. 

As for Aunt Mira, she was away on a business trip and wasn't home.

"Good morning, Yoshito~"

"Good morning, Miyuri. I'm sorry for waking you."

"Ugh~ A good morning kiss, please."

Still half-asleep, Asou Miyuri pouted her lips, wishing to soak in Ito Yoshito's warmth once more.

"Kiss"

Gently brushing against her soft lips, Ito Yoshito got up and draped the blanket back over Asou Miyuri. 

"Miyuri, you should rest more. I'll wake you when breakfast is ready."

"Mm..."

———

Still at the familiar intersection where cherry blossoms danced in the air, Shinomiya Natsuha walked gracefully toward him, and Ito Yoshito waved cheerfully.

"Natsuha!"

However...

"Hmph!"

The response was not the sweet, honeyed greeting he anticipated, but rather a cold huff! 

Without pausing, Shinomiya Natsuha brushed past him, heading toward the school alone.

"Natsuha?"

'Must be that time of the month, but it seems a bit too soon...' 

Ito Yoshito scratched his head, puzzled by Shinomiya Natsuha's mood. 

Since it was difficult to decipher, why not just ask her directly? The reasons for a failed romance can vary greatly, and one major hazard is concealing issues and lacking openness.

Communication is vital in nurturing romantic relationships; without it, misunderstandings and conflicts will inevitably accumulate until they become irreconcilable. 

Especially in this world, encountering the infamous "yellow hair" NTR (netorare) is not improbable.

Some might even say it's inevitable! 

If Ito Yoshito were to become a victim of "yellow hair," he'd truly become a fool! 

Though Ito Yoshito and Shinomiya Natsuha weren't officially dating yet, both knew that establishing a romantic relationship was only a matter of time.

It was merely that Shinomiya Natsuha had some dissatisfaction with Ito Yoshito's flirtatious reputation.

Ito Yoshito quickened his pace, cheerfully inching closer to Shinomiya Natsuha, casually taking her delicate hand in his and stroking it.

"Natsuha! What's wrong?"

Shinomiya Natsuha swung her arm away but was unable to shake off his grasp. Her cheeks flushed as she glared angrily at Ito Yoshito.

"Don't get so close!"

To have a harem, one must have a thick skin.

Ito Yoshito, like a clingy puppy, breathed out heatedly as he leaned closer to Shinomiya Natsuha.

"Go away! Hmph!"

"Ah hey!"

Seeing no way to escape from Ito Yoshito's glue-like attachment, Shinomiya Natsuha could only blush and concede to his hand-holding.

"Hehe!"

Suddenly, Ito Yoshito felt a sharp pain around his waist and realized that Shinomiya Natsuha was sulking, pinching the soft flesh at his side, causing him to yelp in response.

"Ouch!"

"Hmph~"

Though he knew this minor pain was inconsequential to him, the fact that he was matching her mood still brought some delight to Shinomiya Natsuha.

She pursed her reddish lips, suppressing a laugh, planning to ignore him for the rest of the day!

———

'So… she must think I went on a date with Rina yesterday and is jealous about it. How adorable…' 

Remembering Shinomiya Natsuha's series of cute reactions from that morning, Ito Yoshito couldn't help but chuckle. 

Having understood the reason behind Shinomiya Natsuha's annoyance, his heart felt lighter.

"Tap, tap."

A delicate hand suddenly appeared in Ito Yoshito's field of vision, tapping elegantly on the table.

"Itou-kun!"

Following the graceful hand up, he found Tsukishima Kyoko's stunning face, her alluring eyes now narrowing in intensity as they fixated on him.

"You answer this question!"

"…"

———

"Yoshito, do you want to go back together?"

"Sorry, Rina, I still need to study with Shiina."

Glancing at Tsushima Rina's cheerful smile, Ito Yoshito felt somewhat apologetic.

"Ugh, that annoying honor student..."

"Tsushima, it's not nice to talk about others behind their backs."

A clear and pleasant female voice chimed in from behind Tsushima Rina.

"Ah, I… ugh." 

Tsushima Rina's expression soured, and she initially intended to snap at Shiina Chizuru, but recalling that Ito Yoshito needed her help later, she stifled her annoyance, merely curling her lip in disdain without looking back. 

She then turned to Ito Yoshito and smiled sweetly at him.

"Yoshito, since you have matters to attend to, I'll take my leave. Bye-bye~"

"Rina, goodbye."

After Tsushima Rina departed, Ito Yoshito turned to Shiina Chizuru, who, like Shinomiya Natsuha, had strikingly similar features with her purple hair and burgundy eyes, embodying a graceful figure.

However, Chizuru's face appeared round and cute, resembling a blooming pink flower, while Natsuha presented a more reserved allure, her delicate features refined like a piece of art.

What stood out most, though, was the difference in their physiques: Chizuru's petite, dainty bust contrasted sharply with Natsuha's voluptuous figure, akin to the vast differences between mountains and petite hills.

This significant disparity evoked a sense of awe, much like the vastness of an ocean compared to a small stream.

Noticing Ito Yoshito's gaze upon her, Shiina Chizuru maintained an impassive expression, returning his stare without any change in her demeanor.

'If only I had tidied up my clothes before coming here, they shouldn't be wrinkled, right?'

As a diligent and principled honor student, Shiina Chizuru steadfastly believed that a smart appearance could best showcase a student's learning attitude.

Therefore, to her, the neatness of clothing was crucial, and she consistently placed great emphasis on this.

"Shiina-san, hello."

Ito Yoshito greeted her politely.

"Mm, hello, Ito-kun."

Shiina Chizuru frowned slightly while observing Ito Yoshito's sluggish movements. 

"Yoshito, could you please speed things up? My time is very valuable."

"Ah, sorry." 

Upon hearing this, Ito Yoshito felt a bit embarrassed, realizing that his relationship with Shiina Chizuru was merely that of ordinary classmates. As she volunteered to tutor him, his delay indeed felt somewhat rude.

Seeing Ito Yoshito tidying up, Shiina Chizuru turned and walked away.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going, Shiina?"

Ito Yoshito curiously asked as he followed her graceful figure.

"We're going to the Literature Club's room. I'm a member of the Literature Club, and with the tests approaching, we're having a study session there."

"I see..."

Without further conversation, Ito Yoshito followed Shiina Chizuru as they changed into indoor shoes and exited the teaching building, arriving at a comprehensive building.

Knock, knock

In front of a brand new wooden door, Shiina Chizuru gently knocked before turning the doorknob and walking inside.

As Shiina Chizuru pushed the door open, a soft light spread out, revealing the entire setup of the Literature Club room to Ito Yoshito's eyes.

On the walls hung various calligraphic works of literary quotes, neatly written and exuding a faint scent of ink.

Rows of desks, exuding a faint wooden aroma, were neatly arranged, each adorned with a bouquet of different types of flowers, filling the air with a gentle fragrance.

In the corner stood a bookshelf filled with various literary works and critical literature, with colorful book covers giving off a rich bookish scent.

The entire space was infused with an atmosphere of study and literature, quiet yet warm.

Perhaps due to the ongoing study session, the tranquility was interrupted but not chaotic; instead, the soft discussions of students sparked creativity and fostered an even thicker learning atmosphere through the collision of ideas.

"So exquisite! Is the Literature Club this rich..."

Ito Yoshito expressed surprise. He had already visited two club activity rooms at Ousei Academy—the Kendo Club and the Literature Club.

While the Kendo Club's room was spacious, bright, and clean, it didn't impress him too much considering his frequent visits to the Miyajima dojo.

However, upon entering the Literature Club's room, he was deeply shocked.

The literature club room he had participated in during middle school was merely a small, ordinary classroom, hardly comparable to Ousei Academy's room!

"Are all the clubs equipped like this?"

Hearing Ito Yoshito's question, Shiina Chizuru stopped her strides into the room and turned to look at him seriously, patiently answering,

"Not really. While Ousei Academy is quite affluent, it doesn't waste money like this."

"You can see from Ousei Academy's bonus system that they place immense importance on learning. Therefore, to foster a better academic atmosphere, the school pays close attention to the construction of academic clubs, providing substantial funding for activities."

"For example, in our Literature Club, to attract more members, we reward them with a set of literary works they like after a month of attendance."

"As for competitive clubs, unless they achieve results, their funding tends to be less."

"Now I understand. Thank you for clearing that up for me, Shiina."

"Mm."

———

"Hey!"

Haruno Ayato sighed helplessly, his gaze shifting from the book to the spinning ballpoint pen he was idly toying with.

"What's wrong, Ayato?"

A soft, melodious voice gently called, bringing Haruno Ayato back to reality.

"Oh, nothing, Kasumi."

Haruno Ayato turned his head to look at his cousin, Haruno Kasumi, who was sitting beside him, helping him with his studies.

Her appearance resembled a perfect painting—a delicate beauty that captivated one's heart. Her slightly pursed lips, with a hint of pink, outlined her fair and tender face.

The gentle smile on her face was akin to a spring breeze, warm and friendly, making others feel close to her. Beneath her slightly dark bangs, her gentle, watery eyes complemented her soft charm, effortlessly enchanting those who looked into them.

However, the light brown mole at the corner of her right eye added an element of mystery and allure, stirring the heart. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows on her delicate face, as if an artist had given it a final touch.

Paired with her soft features, her round and chubby cheeks showcased a different kind of cuteness and playfulness, making her graceful and curvy figure all the more striking.

Such a combination of inner and outer beauty was like a rare flower in nature, radiating an irresistible charm.

"Are you not feeling well?"

With concern emanating from her wide, watery eyes, Haruno Kasumi gently reached out to touch Haruno Ayato's forehead.

"No, no need to worry, Kasumi. I'm just..."

Haruno Ayato felt a bit flustered by his cousin's sudden intimacy.

Due to the arrangement of their family, he had been living at his cousin's house for a while now, and Haruno Kasumi had been taking good care of him.

Although they had shared quite a bit of physical closeness, every time Haruno Kasumi drew near, Haruno Ayato felt extremely shy.

He was a bit afraid... afraid that he could no longer suppress the affection he had long since stored up in his heart.

'I'm just not good enough yet; I can't promise Kasumi a happy future…'

Thoughts raced through Haruno Ayato's mind, filled with the mysterious and wondrous formulas of the universe rolling around, and he needed to carefully choose each word to subtly indicate that Kasumi was like a master at hypnosis!

His eyes darted around, searching for the key to break the tension.

"Mm?"

"What's wrong, Ayato?"

Noticing the change in Haruno Ayato's expression, Haruno Kasumi followed his gaze.

Entering the Literature Club room was a pair of boys and girls—a familiar girl from the Literature Club, Shiina.

The other...

With broad shoulders and solid muscles faintly visible beneath his school uniform, the well-defined lines on his face made him handsome.

Tall and charming, he stood like an iron tower, poised yet warm, giving people a unique sense of safety.

Haruno Kasumi's round cheeks instinctively flushed with a hint of pink, making her all the more adorable.

However, with a heart full of excitement at finding a lifebuoy, Haruno Ayato's gaze remained fixed on Ito Yoshito, unable to turn away.